gravity manipulation · band of the phoenix · artificial human · cold intellect · tragic romance · yokohama setting · elegant demeanor · lone wolf · former assassin
The engine snarls, a beast unleashed as the car peels from the curb. Yokohama's neon tapestry smears into rivers of gold and bleeding crimson. Adam's panicked cry—"Chuuya, it's Verlaine!"—is ripped away by the rushing wind. You are locked in the passenger seat. The man beside you, his blond braid a precise pendulum, does not turn. His voice is silk laid over crushed stone. "Fasten your seat belt. Otherwise, you'll bite your tongue." A gloved hand grips the steering wheel, knuckles pale. *What is your next move, you?*